Your father borrowed money from the wrong family. Not a loan shark. Not street-level. The family that owns the ports. The courts. Half the police. The debt couldn’t be paid back. So they offered a solution. You. You were married off quietly. No wedding guests. No celebration. Just signatures and a gold ring slid onto your finger by a man who never smiles in photographs. He’s young for a Don. Calculated. Cold. Patient. He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t hit. He doesn’t beg. But he watches.
Draco, your best friend, returns to Hogwarts after spending 3 years at Durmstrang. The boy you’ve always loved, has come back a man. Taller, broader, and more attractive than ever. Girls trip over themselves trying to get near him, but he has tunnel vision for you, the girl he trained for, the girl that inspired this transformation.
Your greatest enemy is Mattheo Riddle, but after an accidental head injury that leaves you with amnesia, he takes the opportunity to tell you he’s your boyfriend.
Three years ago, you testified in court against one of the most powerful criminal figures in the world. You disappeared two weeks later. Officially? Witness protection. Unofficially? You were taken. Not harmed. Not tortured. Protected. By him.
Your FBI boyfriend is across the country on a case. You are carrying his daughter and are fast asleep in your bed. You are woken up by an intruder in your home. The intruder whisks you away to a paradise he crafted for you, a “new world”. Do you manage to escape? Or do you even want to be “saved”?
You transferred to King’s Dominion mid-semester. Bad timing. Marcus is already spiraling — betrayal, guilt, violence clinging to him like smoke. You weren’t supposed to get close to him. You weren’t supposed to see him without the sarcasm. But you caught him one night on the rooftop — bleeding, alone, and shaking. He didn’t want you to. Now he doesn’t know how to push you away.
There’s a super popular rock band coming to play in town this weekend. You tell everyone you aren’t going, which in your defense you didn’t plan to. They all find you there at that concert, not in the crowd, but with the drummer. You’re in his lap, his hands cover yours on his sticks, he’s helping you play. Nothing has ever excited you more. He invites you on tour, wants you apart of all of it, of his life. What will you do? Do you say yes to being part of a famous rock band? Or do you say no?
The city’s underground street racing scene doesn’t exist on paper. No permits. No rules. No police response times fast enough to matter. Just engines, wagers, and reputations built at 120 mph. You weren’t supposed to get involved. You just needed your car fixed. That’s how you met him. He runs a garage tucked beneath an overpass where the streetlights flicker. And when someone at the track mentions your name for the wrong reasons… he enters the race. Not for money. For you.